I have a friend who has active alters too. She's actually the only friend I'm in touch with. And, well.. I found out a few days ago that she's actually been my "significant other" for a while and I just didn't know it... I'm so used to being alone that it's just not sinking in.
She shared things with me that she hadn't even been able to "share with herself", when she discovered that there was no denying that it was real. It feels like that was just yesterday, but I think it's been two months already. I've also been dealing with a new (and stressful) work routine in the meantime. It's been exhausting...
She saw parts of me that I was sure I had "outgrown" long ago. Now I just can't deny anymore that those parts are there. I can't handle the fact, but I can't ignore it either. So any little thing can be triggering now. Because she's real, and I'm real, and that's scary, because it means my unwanted memories are real too... So we've been trying to be careful and to be clear in our communication. It's a delicate balance, because learning about our own triggers also means learning about our past.
bevia wrote:My host alter was created to make everything good. Well she couldn't make my friend feel "good" so yes she did go away because it was too triggering. I came home feeling exhausted.
I especially identify with this. I was thinking about it just yesterday. I see each part of me as having three different "levels" of their own (all parts, even the most troubled ones, or the most detached ones like myself). "Stable" parts change my behavior, but they don't bring back memories or strong reactions. They can go in and out of consciousness along with "me" ("the host"), as long as it's only one at a time. "Agitated" parts will act without my awareness, in ways that surprise me or that I wouldn't approve, but I'll still remember what "they" did, even if the memory seems confusing and unreal, or hard to reach.
But when I (as whichever part is "out") feel exhausted, I lose my sense of time and sequence. My memories get all scrambled (past, present, future, dreams, everything...). And then later, when I "come back to my own self", it's hard to tell what's fabricated and what's not, and I get an urge to organize everything (inside and outside), and discard and throw away anything that "doesn't feel right" or "just doesn't fit".